THRALL

Something glides past from mysterious realms

             Shown in charming flowers

                 Shone in flying colors

As seen from the days of lamb-like innocence

   The future in lures slides into the present.

All, to man’s witness, is beyond expectations

           Fades the charms of blossoms                                                     

            Evades the glories of dreams

Happens by surprise here at the spur of the moment

        The transient present turns into the past

The past, cud to be chewed in the interior horizon

            Emotions of embittered hearts

            Experiences in shattered dreams

Clings for spasm whether reluctant or be an aspirant

         As milestones in man’s life-expedition

It’s time: the future, the present and the past

          That wakes man to its wonders

             Its display of infinite powers

For its enlightenment to man in its move eternal             

           As its life-long inevitable thrall

Published in Indian English Anthology, The Dance of the Peacock, Canada. 2014.

Published in TRIVENI Journal.

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TWILIGHTS

Birds in gaiety keep their dear little ones

        Warm under their soft feathers

In nights, between twilights, during snow-fall

       Till sun-rays peep into their cozy nests

They rise to sing in twilight before sunrise

        On the prospective risks in broad day-light,

In the safe-existence of their baby-birds

        And in their blissful return at sunset

All parasites like snakes have all hungers

        Only to swallow their newly born ones,

Sprinkling seeds for them to glance, hunters

        Secretly spread nets and watch to catch

Fluttering back to nests for glowing glance

         Of their young ones to coo in full delights

Indeed the happiest moment in their daily lives

         A tension to be faced between twilights              

Published in Indian English Anthology The Dance of the Peacock, Canada     
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Gifts of Nature

      The sun is found in its endless movement

   All around the earth with the award of its light

To all creatures alike without any selfish motives           

                Without the goal of its own

        A river flows long purling and purling

    For the supply of water to all fields for growth

And to all beings for life in all places at all moments

                Without the goal of its own

        A tree grows high with branches far and wide 

      For its cool shade, sweet fruits and all its beauties

  As free gifts for the inexhaustible pleasure of all beings

                   With no goal of its own

           

        The earth with its wonderful nature all around

      With its rich sights and sounds: the high treasures

  All to fill the sunshine of peace and exhilaration for all 

                  With no due goal of its own

          The air, life of all blowing in all directions

       All around the earth and leaving space far high,

    Presents fragrance for the pleasure of all lives as well

                    With no goal of its own

        God’s supreme creation, the best of all species

       Enjoys His gifts of gaiety but forgets to sacrifice

    And never to create a paradise in favor of God’s will

                      With a goal of his own 

Published in Indian English Anthology, The Dance of the Peacock, Canada - 2014.